hands

Listening to: Tip of My Tongue by The Civil Wars
Verse addiction: When he falls, he will not be hurled headlong because the LORD is the One Who holds his hand. ~Psalm 37:24

Oh, just watching the sunset in Dripping Springs over the Pedernales Falls. :D


He's always been close // Always steadied my feet on the sand // Before my ears ever heard His Name // My heart knew the feel of His hand

Other hands had bruised me // His always came to heal // Bring out the harp and lift your voice // Now His are the only hands I feel

My heart thrills with joy // My eyes forever shine // Praise the Worthy One // {Jesus is here and He is mine}

Forever my heart will praise// The God Who heard my pleas // Forever my hands will be lifted // Forever I'll dance and sing

you

Listening to: You Keep Loving Me by Jenny & Tyler

Verse Love: Isaiah 44:22 "I have blotted out your transgressions like a cloud and your sins like a mist. Return to Me, for I have redeemed you."



A couple of days ago I had a fit. It's a true story. I just got so fed up with all the noise. Everyday I drive an hour to work blaring my radio to hype up for the day. Work all day in chaos. Drive an hour home blaring my music to chill after working all day. Talk, talk, talk. Catch up on texts. Dinner. Blaring music while doing the dishes and dancing around the kitchen. Shower. Lay in bed hoping for sleep...and listening to music.

There is nothing wrong with music, but I realized post-fit that I shove every empty crevice of my life with noise. I just don't give myself that quiet my soul needs so finally, the unrest I had been feeling began to make sense. And I realized that I so avoid the thing my soul is crying out for because it frightens me.

Be still and know that I am God.

God is teaching me what that means. Be still. Be silent. Listen. And don't fear the quiet. He's such a loving God...all these things I'm afraid to deal with, He deals with gently. And he heals. He's not condemning me for my mistakes. He's not judging me for holding onto fears. He just wants to help. Let's do it together. Be still. Let Him help. If it means marching over to your ihome and pulling the power cord from the wall, then SO BE IT. Get rid of your excuses not to be face-to-face with God.  There is such beauty and restoration and comfort in His presence. Like the clouds...



 For the past couple of weeks I have been FASCINATED with clouds. Jesus is coming on the clouds, after all. I like to think that on that day, I'll be cloud watching and BAM. I'll see His face. Yeeeeah! :)

Clouds are always changing and they're always the same. It's just one of those things. God led His people at one point with a cloud. He's likens an obedient Israel to a cloud-protective shade for the poor and needy in distress. The favor of our King is like spring rain from the clouds. They're just beautiful.

This is the the love child of stillness and clouds:

The silence is ringing in my ears

It's so loud I can't even hear

~You~

Running from what makes me whole

Forgetting that Love is mercy to my soul

~You~

Like a cloud, my sins are mist

I'm covered, but not in my own righteousness

~You~

Living with my head in the clouds

Cause Jesus, I have found

~You~

                                                            

                                                                               ~Kimberly

prodigal daughter

Listening to: Don't You Feel Like Crying by Solomon Burke
Lyric Obsession: "I wanna know a person like You who's not afraid to love the wicked and the poor. I wanna know a person like you who's not afraid to touch the crooked and the whore...You're not afraid of me."

A picture the wonderfully amazing Lisa took this during one of our many photoshoots.



I’m no longer worthy

To be called Your daughter

I’ve sinned against heaven

And against You, O Father

What a wretch I am

What a mess I’ve become

I’ve broken Your heart

I’ve scorned Your Son

I’m hungry and thirsty

Head-strong and heart-weak

To think You would take me back

…I just can’t even believe

But there You are on the horizon

Your arms stretched out real far

You’re running to meet me halfway

You’re running real hard

You call me worthy

I’m still Your child

You love me with a love

That’s crazy and wild

You restored my soul

Gave me Your coat and ring

You put in my mouth

A brand new song to sing

I’m The Prodigal Daughter, don’t deserve such a loving Father

I’m weak, I can’t even believe

Your arms open real far, You run real hard

I’m weak, but Your love…it makes me believe

                                                                                                                                ~Kimberly